It was a quiet Sunday with summer in full bloom. Mrs. G had arrived from the city for a few days and as usual took over the care of her three horses leaving me without daily chores. I had prepared well for her visit by picking up a load of sawdust for the stalls, throwing hay down from the loft as well as making a trip for grain. As a result I was taking it easy in my apartment above the barn. I made myself a cup of coffee and lit a cigarette. Within a minute I heard Mrs. G enter the barn and then the laundry/mudroom which led to the stairs up to the apartment.

"Damn, she's coming upstairs"

I flashed back to when I was first hired. Mrs. G was covering my responsibilities as caretaker. "A final concern. There is to be no smoking in the barn. None whatsoever! Is that clear?" she asked.

"Yes Maam," I replied.

I snubbed out the cig and stuck the ashtray under the sink grabbing a can of air freshener just as there was a knock at the door. A quick couple of sprays and I stuck the can under the sink and went to the door.

"Hi Mrs. G can I help you with something?"

"Yes I wanted to tell you I'm changing the horse's feed- do I smell smoke? I do! You have been smoking! What were you thinking of? I made it perfectly clear that there was to be no smoking, did I not? "

"Yes Mrs. G. I apologize, it won't happen again."

"I swear if you were not so good at this position I would fire you here and now. You are too valuable an asset here." Mrs. G turned heading downstairs. " I want you down here now."

"Yes Maam."

She walked to the empty stall where I had stacked fresh hay bales covered with a tarp. "In here." she commanded. I entered the stall and turned to look at her. "Take your pants and underwear down and bend over the hay." With that she turned and left the stall. I heard the tack room door open and a moment later close.

I shook a bit as I fumbled with my belt and zipper. Mrs. G re-entered the stall with the same leather strap in hand that she had brought upstairs to the apartment a few months previous.

"Mrs. G I'm sorry, I know it was wrong and I-"

"Stop, no more. You are not talking your way out of this. Take down your pants and bend over!"

"Yes but please Mrs. G?"

"You are only making it worse for yourself young man. Turn around and bend over."

I did as ordered resting my elbows upon the hay. I closed my eyes and trembled knowing what was about to take place. My pants were down and bare bottom exposed and I felt myself become erect. Then the strap landed with a sharp snap followed by two more. Hesitation, then the strap landing harder than before with a crack.

"Ohhh please no more." I sobbed, "No more." My knees trembled and the strap landed again and again. I dropped to my chest on the hay as the strap landed another dozen or more times. I was sobbing uncontrollably by the time the strapping stopped.

"Ok now it's over. I'm going to the house and when I return I expect that you have removed your shoes, pants and underwear." With that Mrs. G left the barn.

I began to do as told thinking I had a very good idea of what she had gone to the house for. "No please. Not again, not again." I thought. As if being strapped across my bare ass wasn't embarrassing enough. I stood wearing only my tshirt. Twisting as best I could I saw my bottom a bright red with the strap marks. It still burned. I thought, "You know what's next." I began to become erect once more. "No don't do that. I don't want her to see that. She's going to do it, you know she is. But here in the stall?"

It was a matter of minutes when the barn door opened and closed. I lay my upper body back on the hay looking over my shoulder as Mrs. G came into the stall. In one hand paper towels, latex gloves and a jar of vaseline while in the other a bulging red enema bag with a black curved douche nozzle attached to the hose.

"Do you have to do that? I will-"

"Stop it NOW! I will not hear it. You have earned this." She set the paper towels and vaseline down and tied the enema bag so it hung from the metal feed rack at a proper level. She slipped on the gloves and opened the vaseline. I felt her spread my bottom and apply vaseline, gently rubbing my rectum before she slipped her finger inside. Her finger gently probed causing me to moan quietly.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked.

"No Maam."

"Relax now." and her finger probed again.

"Damn I'm getting hard." I thought, "I feel like a little baby being so exposed."

Her finger slipped out and my bottom spread again as the nozzle pressed up against my opening. With little effort Mrs. G inserted the nozzle fully and released the clip. A rush of cool water followed by warm rushed inside. My body began to object.

"Stop, I have to go bad, please." A click and the pressure eased.

"We have just started and you will get this whole enema. You can delay all you wish but you're not getting up until this bag is empty." she admonished. Another click and the enema resumed. "You know young man I do think I will be bit more free in taking you in hand in this manner. As needed. And you know my daughter Jenn is a nurse. I'm quite sure she'd enjoy taking part. I can give you a sound spanking while she observes and she can give you enemas with me as her assistant."

"I hope I can be good Mrs. G. I will try hard I promise."

"Well you had better be or you will be back in this position again." The bag gurgled, "There all in, now you need to hold it."

"Mrs. G may I go upstairs now? Please?"

"No not all. You can relieve yourself right here in the stall. While I watch."

"But Mrs. G please?" I felt it coming. "Ohhh, oh," and then the release began. Initially, just a flood of water, a pause and then more. I couldn't help the further embarrassment I was feeling as I was watched releasing the enema. After some time feeling drained Mrs. G. removed her enema equipment.

'You need to get upstairs and clean up. Then get back down here and clean the stall. I will be up to see you later."

I picked up my clothes and shoes and went upstairs. I ran cool water in the shower letting it ease the burn on my bottom. Looking into the mirror I saw my ass still a bright red. No doubt there would still be signs of redness tomorrow. I moved closer to get a better look. I bent over examining myself. I began to visualize the enema I had just received, so embarrassing but I found myself becoming excited. I went back to the shower again as the cool water washed over me I began to think of being ordered to pull down my pants and be exposed, Mrs. G probing my ass with her gloved finger, and her spreading my bottom to give me an enema. I began to stroke myself and in seconds I was convulsing with orgasm. I lay down for awhile thoughts rushing through my head until I slipped into sleep. I awoke a short time later with my butt sore and went on with the day. I reminded myself I definitely need to quit smoking. After dinner the phone rang.

"Hi Mrs. G."

"Yes hello, I am on my way over." A couple of minutes later there was a knock on the door

."Hi, come in."

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah sure, I'm ok."

She seated herself on the couch. "Well good. I need to see for myself so please come over here."

I did so and to my surprise she undid my pants pulling them down to my knees. "Turn around." I turned and she rubbed my bottom and spread my cheeks to examine me further. "Turn back around please."

"No!" I thought as I turned, my erection now full for Mrs. G to see.

"Quite the reaction you are having. Naughty boy!" She took both hands in hers. I hung my head. "Now look at me. I want you to bend over my knee."

She pulled me over her lap and took my free hand in hers. "Now I'm going to spank you like a little boy over my knee." Her hand caressed my bottom before coming down with a sharp slap. She spanked hard and fast her hand landing with a snap each time. I felt tears flow as I flinched and bucked with each spank.

"Oh Mrs. G, Mrs. G please."

It stopped as fast as it started.

"There now all done. Now I think you need to get yourself in bed. I will see you before I leave. I believe we have the problem settled?"

"Yes Mrs. G absolutely."